Play with fire and youre gonna get burned
Thats what the older kids say
When they dont want you hanging around Now it's time for them to pay
Take a candle and light it bright
Pour gasoline in their beds
When they're asleep, burn them up
They wont be laughing when they're dead
Start with me and youre gonna get killed
Thats all I've got to say
Only one question at the end of this poem
Do you wanna play?
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